22. Elliot
22
ELLIOT
“Bend over, Princess.”
I hinge forward, dropping my hands against the end of his bed and shimmying my hips at him. Grady huffs, snapping out a hand to slap my ass. The moan that movement pulls from my lungs is embarrassing, and I feel that familiar feeling spread through my body as Grady slides his hand along my lower back.
“You’re very pretty like this.”
It almost sounds like he’s talking to himself rather than me, but I still mumble “thank you” on instinct. He drags my jeans and underwear down, encouraging me to step one foot out and spread my legs before he carefully begins to rub a lubed finger over my hole.
Grady’s movements are clinical and precise, and I kind of hate it. I’m not sure how to say that without ruining this for him, but the longer it goes the worse I feel.
“Hey, Grady?”
“Yeah?”
“Yellow.”
He immediately pulls away from me, and I wish I could take the word back. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just,” I sigh, dropping my head to let it hang between my outstretched arms. “You don’t seem like you’re enjoying it as much as I thought you would, and I just want to make sure this is...good? Or, at least okay, I guess? I don’t know. I can’t see you, and?—”
Grady’s hand slides along my hip as he moves around me. Suddenly, he’s sitting on the bed where my hands had just been. I nearly fall forward at the loss of contact with the mattress, but Grady catches me, dragging me into his lap.
“I didn’t want to freak you out when we’re doing something new.”
“Well, I prefer you freaking me out over me freaking me out.”
“Noted.” He runs a hand up and down my back for a moment before his fingers slide between my cheeks. “What if we did it like this? Where you can see me while I prep you.”
I nod, unable to form words when his fingers are dipping in and out of me like that.
“You’re so fucking responsive, Elliot. Every time I touch you, I can see it on your face,” Grady’s lips brush against mine in a barely-there kiss. “In the blush that spreads along your neck,” his lips trail down, covering my throat in gentle kisses and soft bites. “In the little sounds you try to hold back from me.”
He kisses me again, but this time it’s a proper kiss. He’s tasting me, consuming me, and I’m letting him. I’m letting him take whatever he wants because I want it, too. I want him to have all of me.
“Grady,” I whimper when he brushes against my prostate. I didn’t think he could reach it from this angle, but his fingers press against me in the best way imaginable. “Please.”
“You think you’re ready, Princess?”
“Yes,” I moan, grinding back against his hand as he shifts to grab the plug off the mattress beside us.
Grady coats the jewel-shaped toy in lube, taking his time to ensure every inch is covered. The press of the toy into my ass is smooth, and the sudden fullness makes me hum happily.
“Fuck,” Grady sighs against my lips as he inches the toy in all the way to the base. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look like this.”
Laughter bubbles in my chest, and I shake my head at him. “You can’t even see it.”
“I’m not talking about the plug, though I’m very interested in seeing that, too.”
I’m not sure what to say to that. It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you say to someone you’re just casually fucking, but what do I know? I haven’t “casually fucked” someone a day in my life.
“Stand up, see how it feels.”
Crawling backward off Grady’s lap is awkward, but I manage to get to my feet without falling on my ass. “It’s fine,” I shrug, already growing used to being slightly full. The toy brushes against my prostate when I move, and I swing my hips a little to exaggerate the feeling. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk around like this.”
“Is it uncomfortable?”
“No, but this is,” I gesture at my dick, where it’s sticking straight out from my body. “Not exactly easy to hide.”
“No, it isn’t,” Grady agrees with a teasing smirk. “I can help you with that, Princess.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Grady slides off the mattress, dropping to his knees in front of me. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sight of Matthew Grady on his knees. I refuse to think about what I’ll do when I no longer have this.
His hands slide down my thighs as he leans forward. His mouth is less than an inch from the head of my cock when he suddenly stops, a wicked grin on his face. “Unfortunately, we’re out of time.”
“What?”
He gives me a falsely sympathetic look as he pulls my jeans and underwear up my legs. “We have to meet the guys downstairs.”
“But, what?—”
“I guess you’re just going to have to go to the restaurant with your little cock standing out for everyone to see.”
My dick twitches as embarrassment washes over me. “Grady, I can’t do that.”
He grins up at me, tugging my underwear over my cock to pin it beneath my waistband. “I think you can, Princess. In fact, I think my little cumslut wants to be seen like this. Don’t you?”
“N-no, I,” panic rises in my chest, but it isn’t the familiar roll of a panic attack. I’m nervous about walking into the hotel restaurant and knowing people could figure it out, but I’m excited by it, too. They will see the way I’m walking. They might look close enough to see the line of my cock against my jeans. They could guess that there’s a toy in my ass. They could guess that it’s keeping me open so Grady can bend me over later. “Fuck.”
“That’s what I thought,” Grady hums in amusement, getting off the ground a bit slower than I anticipated.
The labored movement pulls my attention entirely to him. “Shit, are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” he waves me away with a bemused smile.
“You’re clearly not fine,” I argue, my eyes taking in how he’s holding his shoulders to ensure there isn’t additional strain on his left side. “Your movements are stiff.”
“Because I’m stiff.”
“So, you did hurt yourself.”
“No, Elliot,” he groans, grabbing my hand and placing it against the front of his joggers. “I’m hard as fucking stone, and that makes it a bit difficult to move around at times.”
“Oh.”
My brain tells my hand to move away from his dick, but my hand ignores it. Even when the moment stretches long enough that his fingers drop away from my wrist and I’m left holding his hard cock in my palm, I don’t move.
“You good, Elliot?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” I shrug, still holding his dick. “I swear it’s bigger every time I touch it.”
“Well, yeah,” Grady’s body shakes with silent laughter, drawing my eyes to his face. “That’s how it works, Princess.”
I finally tear my hand away from him, rolling my eyes as I move toward the door. “Very funny, you. It’s almost like you’re not?—”
Pleasure rockets through my body as the toy in my ass suddenly comes online. The vibrations are strong, far stronger than I expected, and they send shockwaves along my prostate that nearly buckle my knees. “Fu- fuck ,” I gasp, leaning against the wall and forcing air into my lungs when the borderline painful pleasure subsides. My eyes slide to Grady, looking entirely innocent at the end of the bed.
“What’s the matter, Elliot? Did something happen?”
“You didn’t tell me it would be like that.”
Grady shrugs, taking a few steps toward me as he moves his thumb along his phone screen. “It might have been a touch too high for your first time. Let me just...”
I don’t have time to brace myself before the vibrations begin again. They start slow, and this time, they don’t shoot straight up to violently pleasurable. The low hum is pleasant when standing still, but it’s nearly too much when I try to take a step. “Is the goal to make me come in my pants?”
“Not necessarily.”
“Well, it’s going to be the result if you don’t ease the fuck up.”
Grady’s loud laughter follows me into the hall, but the vibrations stop. He looks so giddy as we wait for the elevator that I almost expect him to start bouncing on his toes. It’s a similar look to the one he has before games, and I wonder if that’s the feeling he’s missing from not being on the field. I’m certain he misses playing baseball, but does he miss the adrenaline, too?
“Elliot?”
“Huh?”
“The elevator?” Grady is holding open the elevator door and watching me with an odd expression.
“Shit, sorry.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I murmur, moving past him to stand at the back of the small space. “Just thinking.”
Grady hums, pressing the button for the top floor. The doors slide closed, and he immediately leans into my space. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes, definitely.”
“Can you give me a color?”
The hesitance in his voice is surprisingly endearing, considering how excited he’d been a few moments ago, and I run my hand along his chest in a soothing gesture. I just wanted a moment of contact between us, but I catch my fingers lingering against the heat of his body through his shirt. “Green.”
“Tell me if that changes,” he insists, but I see the tension bleed out of his shoulders. “And Elliot?”
“Yeah?”
The elevator dings, indicating we’ve reached the restaurant. The doors start to open as Grady bends to whisper directly in my ear. “If you come before we get back to the room, you’ll regret it.”
His hand cracks against my ass, causing the plug to slide along my prostate again. I barely manage to bite back the moan that threatens to escape before Grady ushers me out of the elevator and toward the podium where a brightly smiling man stands. I don’t hear what Grady says to him, I’m too busy concentrating on acting normal . Nothing to see here, folks. Just two normal guys, both walking normally, in a super normal way.
We make it to the table without incident, and the guys call out their greetings. Hoax looks surprisingly smug, but Steal seems relieved we’ve finally arrived. I swear he mumbles, “Thank fuck” under his breath as I pull out my chair, but I can’t be sure because Grady chooses that moment to turn the plug on again.
I sit down too hard, forcing a small yelp out of my mouth. All three men look at me in confusion, and I narrow my eyes on Grady. He continues to look innocently back at me, and I would applaud his acting skills if it didn’t run the risk of our friends finding out about the toy in my ass.
“You good, Elliot?”
“Yeah,” I smile at Steal, who looks genuinely worried I might have hurt myself. “Just a little clumsy, I guess.”
“That wouldn’t have anything to do with getting fu?—”
“No,” I cut Hoax off before he can finish that sentence. I glare at him across the table, but the venom in my gaze is lost when the toy starts to vibrate harder. My eyes cut to Grady, who is watching me with a broad smile. I’m not sure why I suddenly want to wipe that smile from his face, but I know exactly how to do it. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a reason to walk funny.”
The entire table turns to look at Grady, who is still smiling despite his eyes narrowing on me. “Very funny,” he hums, shifting in his seat.
The plug begins to pulse in my ass, the vibrations growing stronger. A soft groan is punched from my lungs when my abs tighten so hard I hunch forward. I cover the movement by pretending to reach for a menu, and I’m saved from having to say anything else by the arrival of Miller. The moment he moves into Grady’s line of sight, the toy’s vibrations stop, and I take a deep breath as the relief washes over me.
“You guys didn’t wait for me, did you?”
“No,” Steal gestures at Grady and me. “We were waiting on these two.”
Mills chuckles, dropping into the seat between Grady and Hoax. “What were you guys doing?”
“PT,” we say in unison, though there’s a more panicked edge to my voice that makes it stand out over Grady’s. Mills gives me a strange look, but it’s nothing compared to the flat glare Steal shoots at Grady. A silent conversation moves between them, and I find myself wishing I could be part of whatever is being said.
The waiter comes over, and the tension dissolves around the table. Grady turns the toy on at random intervals through the night, keeping the setting low enough that I don’t outwardly react when it turns on but high enough that the low hum of arousal in my veins never really fades. We talk and laugh over our meal, and we’re only interrupted twice by fans coming over to say hello. The guys take it in stride, all politely taking a moment to sign things and take photos.
We’re just finishing our food when an intense vibration sends pleasure rolling up my spine, and my fork rattles against the plate as I try to maintain my composure. I give Grady a pleasant smile, hoping he can’t see how much I do not mean it. I can’t decide if I want him to up the vibrations and let me finally come or back off so I can breathe for a moment. Grady makes that decision for me, the vibrations growing stronger as he watches me across the table.
I’m dying. This is too much and not enough. My dick is fully hard again, pressing painfully against my zipper as I try to force another forkful of pasta into my mouth. I give up halfway through the attempt, deciding it’s better to sit very still and close my eyes.
“You okay, Elliot?”
“Yeah,” I chirp, not bothering to open my eyes. Miller doesn’t sound convinced when he mumbles an “okay” under his breath, but I don’t really have it in me to say anything else. The last thing I want is to be talking when the orgasm that’s barreling down on me finally wins.
I didn’t anticipate how difficult it would be to sit still through an orgasm, and I regret every choice I’ve ever made in life when my hips start to rock against my will. I’m about to say fuck it and pull a full When Harry Met Sally by loudly coming in the middle of this restaurant when the vibrations suddenly stop.
My eyes snap open, and I meet Grady’s gaze across the table. His lips quirk, and I swear he mouths “eyes on me”, but I can’t be sure when I’m so focused on plotting his murder. The toy turns on again, but it’s nowhere near enough, and Grady knows it if his self-satisfied smile is any indication.
The vibrations increase, but it’s barely noticeable. I’m about to kick Grady under the table when he looks down at his phone. He types something and then looks at me just as I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.
GRADY
My room.
Need slithers up my spine, and I type back with shaking fingers.
No.
GRADY
No?
I’m good.
GRADY
Oh? Is that why you’re glaring at me? Because you’re good?
I roll my eyes at the message.
Not glaring.
GRADY
Are you sure about that?
The toy starts to pulse in my ass, and I gasp loud enough for Steal to hear me. He leans over, a concerned look pinching his brows together. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I just,” I clear my throat, holding my phone up with the screen turned away from him. “I need to take this call.”
Walking away from the table is made nearly impossible by the toy vibrating against my prostate with each step. By the time I make it to the elevator, I’m convinced every person in the restaurant knows what’s happening, and I swear I’m going to die from it. The toy finally stops the incessant pulsing right as my phone vibrates in my hand.
GRADY
My room.
Do not make me come find you, Princess.
I don’t text back, wanting him to suffer as much as I am. What am I supposed to do? Wait in the hallway outside his room with this toy bouncing against my prostate? Despite my annoyance with him, I still press the button for his floor when I step into the elevator alone.
My phone bounces against my thigh, a nervous rhythm that falters when the elevator doors open to reveal Grady. He’s breathing hard, leaning against the door frame with his eyes locked on me. Neither of us says anything as he reaches forward, dragging me from the elevator with his hand wrapped in my shirt.
Our mouths crash together as Grady pulls me against him, lifting me off the ground. “Watch your shoulder!”
He ignores my protests, cutting off anything else I might say with another bruising kiss. Strong hands knead into the flesh of my ass as I grind my dick against his lower abdomen. My fingers dig into his hair, holding him to me as if I could absorb him into my very skin. My back presses into something solid a moment before I hear a beep, and the door he’s holding me against swings open.
“Clothes off,” Grady growls, sliding me down his body. He reaches back, pulling his shirt off over his head, and I swear I nearly come from the sight alone. “Elliot.”
“What?”
“Clothes,” he repeats, reaching to slide his hands under my t-shirt. “Off.”
I nod, helping him pull the shirt over my head. Grady doesn’t stop there, his hands dropping to the waistband of my jeans. I toe off my shoes and socks a moment before my jeans and underwear drop to the ground, and then I’m left standing entirely naked in front of a half-dressed Grady.
“Show me?”
It’s a question, and I wonder why he’s suddenly hesitating. “How?”
“Huh?”
“How do you want to see it, big man?” I hate myself for using the nickname, but I don’t have anything better to call him, and my brain isn’t functioning enough to come up with an endearment on the spot. “Do you want me to bend over? Or would you prefer me on all fours on the bed? Should I hold my cheeks apart so you can?—”
He cuts me off with a kiss, pulling me against him with a low growl. “All fours, Princess. I prefer my fucktoys on their knees.”
I peel myself away from him, crawling onto the bed to assume the position. Grady moves behind me, and I turn to see what he’s doing, only to find him gone. “Grady?”
He doesn’t respond, but the toy in my ass suddenly rockets up to unbearable levels. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I hiss, trying to move in a way that will lessen the pleasure rocking through my body. My hand drops to my dick, but another hand quickly pulls it away.
“Did I say you could touch yourself, Princess?”
“Grady, please,” I whine, fucking my hips against the air as the pleasure spikes again. “Please, please, I need to come. It’s too much. I need it.”
“I know,” Grady’s hand runs along my back as he makes soothing sounds in the back of his throat. A sob breaks loose in my chest, and I feel myself start to shake. “I know, Princess.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me.”
Grady hums thoughtfully as the toy begins to pulse irregularly in my ass. “I didn’t think you wanted me to fuck you.”
“What? Why would you— oh fuckme. ”
His hand brushes against the base of the toy, a rocking motion that presses the vibrating plug further against my prostate. I’m steadily leaking cum now, my entire body tight with the orgasm I desperately need. “If I’m not fucking you well enough to make you walk funny ,” he punctuates the last two words with a gentle slap against the toy that makes every nerve ending in my body light up. “Then I can’t imagine why you’d want to keep fucking me.”
“I didn’t mean it,” I insist, trying desperately to rock my hips enough to relieve the pressure building in my gut. “You fuck me better than anyone ever has.”
Grady murmurs something I can’t hear before his hand connects with my ass again. “I don’t think I believe you, Princess. I think you’re such a desperate little cumslut that you’ll say anything to get fucked right now.”
“No,” I shake my head, finally lifting my eyes to look at him over my shoulder. He doesn’t look as angry as I expect. In fact, the look on his face is one of pure hunger as he stares at the toy in my ass.
It’s such a similar look to the one he had when I saw him standing in the doorway to my bedroom the first time we slept together that something clicks in the back of my mind. Grady has a serious thing for ass play. I mentally run through everything I have stashed in my nightstand back at my apartment and decide I’m going to have to go shopping for prettier toys when we get back.
Leaning forward, I drop my weight to my shoulders as I reach back to spread my cheeks apart. Grady groans deep in his chest, and I smile against the mattress before turning my face to the side. “Please, Grady. I need you to fuck me. Stuff me with that massive cock, si?—”
I bite back the word that nearly slips from my mouth, turning to press my face into the mattress again. Why do I keep doing that? The first time I was able to cover it, but it’s obvious that I’ve cut myself off in the middle of a word this time.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Elliot,” he reaches beneath me to turn my face toward him. “What was that?”
I shake my head, unable to say it out loud. How am I supposed to look him in the eye and tell him that I keep almost calling him sir of all fucking things? Absolutely not.
“If you don’t tell me, we stop here.”
“No,” I breathe, unable to think when he’s touching me, and the toy is still vibrating in my ass. Everything is too much, but none of it is what I need, and I’m certain I will crawl out of my skin any second. “Please, you can’t stop. I need to come. I need you to make me come, sir .”